Stranded In A Montana Blizzard, I Found Help Where I Least Expected

sirens wailed. Real Montana State Troopers, alerted by the club’s back-channel contacts, descended on the coordinates.

“The collapse is finished,” Marcus said, looking down at the broken man. “The world is watching now.”

Chapter 6: The Golden Dawn

The sun crested the Bitterroot Range, spilling liquid gold across the valley. The malice of the storm was continue reading …